First off, I'd like to register my seething envy for everyone who was at the Met on Monday. Spotty Cio-Cio San or not it sounds like a simply delightful evening, and should, I think, be taken as a sort of recognition for everyone out there laboring in opera-loving obscurity. Maybe it's one man's pipe-dream. Maybe it's the start of something big. Either way, it's nice to be validated by jumbotrons once in a while.
As for me, I'm still jonesing for that first sweet fix...couldn't quite bring myself to endure Turandot feat. Andrea "Suckola" Gruber. But no need for pity, the Lyric's first ever Iphigenie staging bows Friday with Susan "Hook em' Horns" Graham at the helm and I expect to be there. And that, of course, is mere pregame to the christening of the all-live, all-____ Voigt Salome in October.
Must go back to the books, but I would like to throw in my two cents about the brewing child v. puppet debate engulfing critics and bloggers alike. (Question: where would Shari Lewis come down here?) No opinions about the case in question of course, but it got me thinking about other children's parts ripe for takeover--I mean, freaky puppet child Sound of Music, anyone? Please?